Homes
Li thrust open the doors to the Golden Flagon to find the remnants of what must have been quite the scuffle. Most of the tables and chairs had been shattered and flung apart like a typhoon had ripped through the floor. Shards of wood mingled with broken glass shards from cups and bottles.
Li gingerly stepped over a shattered bottle of liquor and closed the doors behind him. He panned his stare from side to side, getting a thorough look at the people in the room. Thankfully, whatever commotion had caused the property damage had passed. The beastwomen, now unbound by the efficiency adhering mind control from Ven'thur, were all over the place.
Still, Li could see that there was some order to how they had scattered, grouping with members of their own kind.